The powerful power of Holy Light gave Anduin confidence. He was no longer the frail Prince of Stormwind City. Anduin was very confident that the steady stream of Holy Light could help him defeat Thrall and Garrosh easily.
Just when Anduin was enjoying himself, Thrall really appeared in front of him.
Thrall had a ferocious face and sharp fangs. He looked at Anduin maliciously, as if looking at a plate of delicious food, and shouted loudly: "Prince of humans, do you think the Exodar is safe? Remember, humans
It's just food for the orcs, this is fate."
Anduin woke up from the initial panic and gradually became calm and no longer afraid. Behind him was the powerful Naruvolos, the source of energy for the Exodar, not to mention that he himself had mastered the powerful Holy Light.
force.
"Sal, I'm not afraid of you anymore. Come on, you damn beast, let's see who is the food."
Anduin punched out, convinced that with the blessing of the Holy Light, Thrall would fall to the ground even if he was as strong as a dragon.
But what surprised Anduin was that the Holy Light left Anduin.
A weak fist hit Sal's chest. Sal lowered his head and said with a ferocious smile: "Is this your power? Weak prince, tremble in the face of real power."
"Why, why is this?"
Anduin's face was pale. No matter how he shouted, it was clear that Naruvolos was close at hand, but the Holy Light did not respond to his call.
Thrall grabbed Anduin's shoulders and lifted him up. The physical difference between humans and orcs was too great, and Anduin struggled feebly.
"In front of the great orcs, the Holy Light is just useless waste. This is why the orcs can easily kill the draenei. Little prince, I will tear you apart bit by bit. Before I eat the last piece of your flesh, I will ensure that you remain the same.
It’s alive.”
Thrall opened his mouth and bit down on Anduin's right hand. With a strong force, Anduin's right hand left his body and disappeared into Thrall's bloody mouth.
"No, no, spare my life, I am willing to surrender."
Anduin cried bitterly and begged, Thrall chewed Anduin's right hand, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and began to look at the next place to put his mouth.
The Black Prince Wrathion walked over quickly and yelled: "Stop, you damn beast."
Bang!
Thrall's body flew up, and his back hit Naruvolos's body hard. He slowly slid down, leaving a trail of blood, and he fell unconscious.
"Prince Anduin, you have suffered."
Wrathion stretched out his right hand, and a soft light enveloped Anduin's severed hand. The flesh and blood grew rapidly, and it quickly returned to its original state.
Anduin is definitely not stupid. He knows this little trick very well. While moving his right hand, he asked cautiously:
"Who are you?"
Wrathion's smile was very strange, with an evil flavor.
"I am Wrathion the Adventer. Thrall once planned to borrow your body as a container. Fortunately, it didn't work out, otherwise I would definitely regret it."
"It's you!"
The resentment on Anduin's face led to his current tragedy. He almost broke up with King Varian and did not dare to return to Stormwind City, all because of this mysterious man in front of him.
Wrathion smiled politely and said: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Today I am trying to make peace with you, hoping to make up for my previous mistakes."
Anduin would never be moved by hypocritical lies and snorted coldly: "Tell me, what do you want? What can I get?"
"happy."
Wrathion said simply: "In front of the orcs, the Holy Light is weak and powerless. I can help you gain real power, not this false Holy Light, and all you need to pay is to help me defeat a few enemies."
"What enemy?"
"Four elemental lords and five ancient gods." Wrathion said enigmatically: "I despise the power of mortals. Only the power of the elemental lords and the ancient gods can make my heart move."
Anduin doubted Wrathion's sincerity. Maybe he had other motives, but unfortunately he had no choice. After pondering for a long time, he asked:
"How can I gain true power."
Wrathion pointed at Volos, who was shining brightly, and said loudly:
"How powerful the holy light is, how empty the soul is. In order to maintain balance, Naaru swallows the souls of mortals as weights. Mortals do not have this ability, but humans are best at learning. The usual way is to fill it with darkness, which is
Just learn the power of shadow."
Anduin was baffled by what he heard. Although he had long known that most of the priests in the Cathedral of Light were secretly learning shadow magic, he didn't know the reason.
Wrathion patiently explained:
"You are now like a beggar at the port of Stormwind City. Naaru is a rich noble. He can give you money to spend as you like, or he can make you impoverished at any time. But when you master the powerful power of shadow, you will have
If you can protect your money, you can even rob it."
Anduin vaguely felt that it made sense, but unfortunately it was not easy to learn shadow magic. Just like it didn't take much effort to get a reward from a noble, but it was extremely difficult to earn it yourself.
This requires talent, as well as hard work and effort. Almost all of the powerful senior priests in Stormwind Cathedral have gray beards.
A noble prince, of course, is not willing to go through hardships and will definitely find ways to take shortcuts.
Wrathion said seductively: "The Ancient God is a natural user of shadow magic. As long as you swallow a piece of the flesh and blood of the Ancient God, you can gain the power of shadow, but the living Ancient God will only drive you crazy. Fortunately, there is a
An ancient god is dead."
"You mean Y'Shaarj?" Anduin asked curiously.
Wrathion nodded: "The Sha demons in Pandaria are just incomplete life forms formed by the breath exhaled by Y'Shaarj when he died. As long as you find one Sha demon, erase his will and merge with you, no matter how many more
The orcs can only turn into ashes in front of you."
Anduin, who was disappointed with the Holy Light, was moved and quickly said: "Okay, I'm looking forward to this cooperation."
Wrathion showed a satisfied smile and kicked Thrall: "You damn beast, wake up quickly, write a letter, and send it to Zhu Taran in the Shadow Trace Monastery."
Shado Zen Temple.
Zhu Taran received the letter from the savior Thrall and couldn't help but sigh.
Thrall ordered Zhu Taran to imprison the evil evil in Shaozong Temple and provided the corresponding magic circle.
This is to cut off the foundation of Shado Zen Monastery.
Back then, Thrall used Chen Stormstout's influence in Pandaria to establish the Dove of Peace branch to lure the pandaren into Orgrimmar, nominally fighting for Azeroth, but actually becoming orcs.
food.
Zhu Talan had strongly opposed it, but unfortunately the Dove of Peace had taken root. Shado Zen Monastery was besieged by a large number of Pandaren and was almost destroyed. Zhu Talan had to compromise.
The Pandaren lost nearly a million people. When they gradually realized the truth, the Pandaren were no longer able to resist, and either fled to the mountains to live in seclusion, or continued to accept their fate as food for the orcs.
Taran Zhu closed her eyes, feeling heartbroken at the pandaren's stupidity.
The foundation of Pandaren's martial arts is Qi.
Pandaren scholars have different opinions on what Chi is.
Some say it comes from the power of the physical body, while others say it is the vitality of all things in the world.
Only a few martial arts masters such as Zhu Taran know the secret of true energy, but they cannot explain it.